In layers of scratches and incisions
your form evolves along the bumps and bends,
shaped by passing time and man's decisions
where sturdy lives may meet their crumbling ends.
But amongst the chalk, granite and the sand
there is something of beauty to be found,
for throughout the differences of the land
it's all anchored by the same common ground.
So let age not define your sense of self
nor be it the colour you have been formed,
you are not your possessions or your wealth
but sculpted by the beliefs you have formed.
Do not discriminate texture or tone
but see beauty in all kinds of stone.
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